VENTilation.
Hi everyone, I apologise greatly for the lack of updates. I have been very busy. With drama school, with people, with love.
I am so glad to have found someone who loves me for who I am.
BUT.
I’m 1 month in and…
…I FUCKING HATE THE STUPID ANGMOHS HERE.
And yes, my boyfriend is angmoh. But I swear that hes really a little asian boy aching to climb out of his white boy body. =P
I JUST HATE MY COURSEMATES I HATE THE FACT THAT PEOPLE DRINK LIKE FISHES HERE AND PEOPLE ARE JUST SO….STUPID.
Ok. Venting session over. Need to do laundry and make dinner.
Sigh.
Bummed but not too bum-bummed.
Oh boogers. I’m flying in about a months’ time and…I STILL DON’T HAVE MY VISA! Unfortunately I had to renew my passport and to do that I had to wait for my eyelids to subside because I had to take a new passport picture and now I have my passport picture AND my passport but the passport number has changed so my old passport number needs to be changed on my CAS statement and I paid for my tuition fees about 2 weeks ago but they haven’t received it because the Brunei post is fucking slow as every spawn is fasting or something so they work at half-speed and I want to tuition fees to be reflected on my amended CAS but since they don’t have the cheque yet I’ve asked them just to hurry the new CAS with the new passport number so I can fill in my appendix 8 form and book an appointment to give them my biometric details then all I have to do is wait for my lovely visa to come through but then of course I can’t because…I DON’T HAVE MY AMENDED CAS FORM.
*inhales*
I can’t believe I typed that in one go. No joke. Just a rush of letters going on in my shrinking head.
So that’s my conundrum now. And I’m flying on the 23rd of September. *die*
BUT I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MY COURSEMATES! I’m so bloody excited but so bloody nervous because I haven’t done half the readings yet and my mind is not absorbing it fast enough and everytime I think about it I panic and a little part of me dies and then I freak out majorly and just watch some fresh prince of bel air videos to calm myself down and before I know it I’m watching seasons and seasons and forgoing my reading and then when I get BACK to my reading, I realise that I have so many plays to read in so little time and I think all my coursemates have got ALL of their books and have started reading but I’ve only bought a measly 2 because S is going to give me one of hers and my Dad is going to pack the tale of genji book from Brunei and I have to order all the rest through Amazon.co.uk because…..THEY DON’T SELL NICK HERN-PUBLISHED PLAYS OVER ON THIS STUPID ISLAND.
*inhales*
All my pent-up frustration. Oh well. I am reading some lovely Restoration plays (which I’ve borrowed from the library to tide me over) and ZOMG I wish we had studied Wycherley instead of all the other stuff we did. Somehow, the language is soo much simpler to understand. Possibly because I’m quite used to reading all this smutty innuendo-ed works. *snigger* I guess I will be some weird kid that enjoys wordy porn. *giggles like a pubescent schoolboy*
SPEAKING of pubescent schoolboys, my teaching gig is FINALLY over. I’m sooo relieved…BUT SO BUMMED! I was really beginning to like all of my students. I had to teach 6 classes, and I think I’ve gotten pretty close to 2 or 3 of them. I guess they’re the ones who enjoyed the drama programme the most. But sometimes I really have to refrain from slapping them from time to time. There’s this really tall & odd china boy in my sec 1 class who keeps called me ‘chio bu’ or something. I think he’s trying to hit on me. Because during my very last class, he kept asking me why I had no boyfriend. I simply said, “I’m just not interested” and his face kind of fell. Poor thing. How do I tell him that he’s trying to hit on a girl who is (mentally) a billion times more mature than he is? Ah well. There’s another boy in the same sec 1 class who reallllly reminds me of myself. The way he carries himself…he has a certain air of…abnormality surrounding him. HAH!
(There’s a girl in his class who is EXACTLY his size. They’re an ideal, short couple. Really. It’s hilarious how much I keep ribbing it in that they’ll get together in the near future. Their reactions? PRICELESS. Girl: PTOOEY! *a spit noise lah* PTOOEY!PTOOEY!PTOOEY!PTOOEY!PTOOEY!PTOOEY! and Boy: HUARH?! NO WAY LAH!)
OH and he asked me the same thing a little while later, when class was dismissed.
Boy: Why don’t you have a boyfriend?
Me: I’m just not interested.
Boy: But WHY?
Girl: Your skin is so nice, ni de tou fa hen mei (your hair is very pretty). How come cannot find boyfriend????
Me: Erm, I’m sure that guys don’t go for girls JUST because they have nice skin and nice hair.
Boy: But WHYYYYYY?!?!!?!?
Me: BECAUSE I’M NOT INTERESTED!
Girl: How can lah? Impossible sia!
Me: …
This is how most of my conversations unfold when I talk to kids. They just can’t wrap their heads around certain things. AND they don’t listen. Always makes for interesting, bloggable material though. HAH! I have more cheeky sec 1s who ask me this:
Girl X (different girl lah): Eh cher, got boys HONG you before or not?
Me: …I’m sorry, what’s ‘hong’?
Boy X: You know, HONG…like…flirt lah!
Me: I’m afraid not my dear.
Girl X: But WHYYYYY?!!?!!?
Me: Because I take any type of flirtation and do this with it! *makes crumpling motion followed by stamping motion*
Everyone: ………orrrhhhhhh……..
HAHAHA.
’nuff said. Kids say the darndest things.
Anyway, the showcase was pretty exciting! Although the sec 1s weren’t as good as the sec 2s, nevertheless students from my classes got picked for Best Actor/Best Actress so I’m soooo happy for them. Heeheehee! I can’t wait to go for the awards ceremony this Thursday where they’ll announce the winners.
So yes, that’s my teaching gig. Fun, full of love and excitement…peppered with some very difficult moments though. I HOPE they’ll email me, because I’d love to keep in contact with them, without disclosing my contact number OR my normal email address OR my facebook page. Goodness. Top 3 questions asked: WHAT’S YOUR PHONE NUMBER? CAN ADD YOU ON FACEBOOK? WHAT’S YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS?!?!
Hurrrrrm. Back to the books.
P.S. I have to get my left eyelid redone. The fold has…unfolded! GAH!
Now tis the time for major bumming.
I feel sooo happy but sooo sad to have quit my job at TCC. Yes, even though there have been countless…and I do mean COUNTLESS of facebook status updates where I rant my ass off about work, most of the people I’ve met aren’t too bad at all.
I know that our company’s thing is to put smiles on the faces of our customers, but in reality, it all starts with the customer. If they’re in a good mood, you’ll be in a good mood. Because I may ALWAYS be in a good mood, but 90% of the time I am met with pure hostility. I don’t really know why, but I try not to tread on their toes or anything from then on. JUST to be safe.
Now here are some of my rather……scathing updates about work. Re-reading them now just makes me a litttttle horrified:
Good golly gosh. I’d like to think that my experience was somewhat positive…but apparently not. 0_0
Anyway, crappy updates aside, I really have met some great people. My shift manager is awesome. She’s from Myanmar (not IT from my previous post) and she’s this young, simple and fun-loving girl who very rarely loses her cool. Next to her is probably my assistant manager, this huge malay guy who (unfortunately) got transferred elsewhere before I could say bye to him. He was probably the chill-est person next to the shift manager. The head honcho of the store…is…in my eyes…still a bit of a bitch. BUT I will give her props for being nice to me on my very last day of work. Hardy-har-har.
The manager-in-training, this guy from Philippines, was definitely the bestest boss I had there. He was awesome, guiding me whenever possible, always saying ‘hi’ and ‘how are you’ whenever I’m this grumpy misfit who runs into the store (late again) for my shift. Also, we had really great talks after closing time about life and relationships. OH and he never failed to tease me about my boyfriend-less state. (-_-)”
The first barista I met…was this awesome girl who had amazingly huge eyes and a level of patience that even I could never…GET. On my first day, she was the loveliest person there. =) I’m so grateful to have met her because I think I would’ve been a nervous wreck if it weren’t for her.
I think the next person I am very happy to have met is a student who is also UK-bound this September. I think we got off to a strange start, mostly because he was rather quiet, but then we talks loads during our shifts and I felt that somehow I had met a friend, not just a colleague. So thanks for helping me feel…belonged. =)
Who else have I missed out…? YES. The three stooges plus the Barista who only pops in on Saturdays! The three stooges are all Poly kids, studying and working at the same time. All of them were gentlemen, very professional and full of advice when I needed it. Thanks for all of your help! =) Plus, the hilarious barista who never failed to make me laugh through one of his lame jokes. Hur hur hur. I really miss all of your company.
I’ve JUST noticed that there are more guys than girls on this list (eeps) nevertheless my work environment was largely female-centric. Why do you ask? Because I didn’t really get along with many of the girls. I think its a Top Girls thing. Women in power don’t like other women vying for power. During my last week, with the exception of the manager-in-training, all the managers were women. Women who kinda looked grumpy all the time. I know I was one of ‘em, but I could switch the smile on and off pretty quickly. Basically, if I wasn’t happy, I’d just FAKE it. I wonder how the males feel…working in such a women-dominated environment? (Even all the cooks were men!) At least I felt like I could be myself around guys. They wouldn’t judge me, they won’t really scold me (unless I did something really bad or stupid) and they would always help me if I needed it. The women? Totally different. I think it was every man for himself (no pun intended) or rather, every WOman for HERself. The…sisterhood thing wasn’t really there. But the brotherhood was. Maybe that was why? I don’t really know. Maybe I just got on the nerves of all the women. HAHA. And the men just found it to be funny. HAHAHAHAHA!
Anyway, here ends the portion of my waitressing life. Now I shall BUM around the house, teach on Mon/Tues/Fri and haphazardly practise my violin because I failed my diploma exam by TWO marks. TWWWWWOOO MARKS. Yes. I flunked the recital by TWO marks but passed the rest. Unfortunately you need to pass ALL components in order to get the diploma. So it looks like I’ll be re-doing the recital portion in UK.
It’s back to scales I go! And tapping and articulation…and…*zzzzz*
…OH OH OH and pack as well! I will be leaving to Brunei first before heading over to London. Purely because its easier for my Dad to redeem a ticket from Brunei to London. GARCH. That means I’ll be stopping in Dubai! #@)$*%@(#$%&!(#%&@#$%@
On an utterly random, RANDOM sidenote…I love my parents so goshdarn much. =)
Strange things are beginning to happen.
I’ve never realised this before, but working with people from Singapore, Malaysia, Myanmar and CHINA…is fucking irritating.
Tonight’s shift really opened my eyes about how stupid some foreigners can be. Yes yes, Singapore is always snarking about that ‘foreign talent’ thing and sometimes I do feel sorry for them. Mostly because they are doing jobs that Singaporeans would never, ever dream of touching with a 100ft pole. And they do it without complaining (too much) because they have families to support and what they earn here is wayyyyyyy more than what they could ever make in their own countries. PLUS, they work like dogs. I’ve witnessed it with my own eyes and yes, I feel sorry for them.
But sometimes…they’re just fucking stupid. I want to do my job, and I want to do my job right. And although I’ve only been on the job for 3 weeks, as compared to some of these people who have worked there for years and years, I’d like to think that good service is universal. Sure, I’m enthusiastic about great service. I want to serve people the best I can, because if I were to be served, I’d want my waiter to be nice and helpful. So I’m trying. Slowly, but surely. Most of the time, I ask people a million questions and it drives them nuts, but I want to learn and I want to be useful to those around me. But the minute I’m on a roll, or feeling great, some idiot just HAS to piss me off. And most of time, its this dumbass who won’t listen to me when I call its name. Even a nice, “Hello” is met with dead silence. So what am I supposed to do?
Tonight, IT was a bitch. No joke. For the past couple of days I’ve had to work with it, we were on polite but strained terms. Tonight, it just said all these stupid things. Like how it was doing everything and no one was helping it. Well…I tried to help by cleaning up the cups and glasses but someone else told me not to do it. So what am I supposed to do when I’m met with such resistance? I’ve wiped cutlery, scraped off food from the plates, refilled water jugs, emptied trays, taken orders, served food, cleaned up tables, chatted with customers, tried to be the nicest I possibly can….but no. It doesn’t care. It only cares about itself. Believe me, I want to help it. Even though it hates me so…and for what reason? I do not know. And before I forget, IT is a foreigner. So much for foreign talent. Can’t even bloody ‘work together’. Seriously. Go fuck yourself.
Then there’s these blind-deaf retards who we call ‘chefs’. As lovely as their food looks when it comes out, they are so full of shit I’m surprised they haven’t flooded the kitchen with it. Granted, there are one or two nice ones that treat me like an adult, like a colleague. Not some bloody piece of meat. I have great respect for those chefs who also respect me. I may not know how they truly feel about me, but for now we get along fine and I’m totally cool with that.
There are three bloody idiots I hate. One is a cheenaman. The other two are Malaysians. I’m not pointing fingers here but the one from Cheena is the worse of the bunch. Something as simple as, “What table?” is met with utter silence. At one point tonight, I yelled through the hole, TWICE. “WHAT TABLE?!” and they laughed at me after I yelled the first time. Then I yelled it again, thinking those bastards couldn’t hear me and then they mumbled the table number. I was very…VERY tempted to drop the food on the floor. These scumbags don’t deserve anything. They deserve to die in the very oil they use to deep-fry food.
I hate going into the kitchen. The moment I enter, all eyes are upon me. It doesn’t help that they don’t understand me…AT ALL. One of my supervisors say that my english is ‘too chim’, and that I should use simple terms to communicate with them. Great. It’s like fucking school all over again. If only I could get them to understand WHAT FUCKING ASSHOLES THEY ARE. There was an incident where I walked into one of them changing their pants. Lovely. And the other bastard cooks claim that this guy has a crush on me. Even lovelier. Some fat asshole who can’t ever get a girlfriend to save his life. Loveeely. I hope he fucking DIES choking on stick of celery. Fucking asshole.
I really…really…really…hate some of the people I work with. I really do. I wish I could quit but I don’t feel like I’m pushed to the limit YET to quit. I don’t want to give up because some of my co-workers are genuinely great and working with them feels amazing.
But these bad apples just HAVE to fuck things up. I hope all of you DIE. I’m so sick of seeing your fucking ugly faces. I really hope you all DIE. GO AND DIE. You’d make the world a better place. Most definitely.
I AM SO ANGRY AND TIRED!
That fire that warms your heart. [edited]
As mushy as the title of this post may seem, it’s not about anything mushy. Hardy-har-har. FOOLED YOU!
Several things have happened to me over the course of two weeks. First, my eyelids have healed substantially, and because of that, I’ve graduated to wearing contacts permanently. I’m absolutely thrilled to FINALLY be able to wear contacts without them hurting so much! Although it still takes a bit of getting used to…! I think I blink too hard. I shall post a picture once I can find a nice one.
Since I’ve started wearing contacts about 4 days ago, I’ve been getting all kinds of weird stares. I hope that they are good stares, because sometimes I’m paranoid that they know my eyelids are fake. HAHA. Every time I catch someone looking at me in an odd way, a rush of ‘OMGHE/SHEKNOWSTHATMAEYELIDSARENAWTREALLL!!!!’ enters my head and then I quickly look away. So yes, this will take some getting used to! 0_0
Another thing. Impulses. Something I’m quite infamous for…for all the wrong reasons. Getting drunk is one thing. Doing things on impulse WHILST ONE IS SOBER is another. There have been soooooo many instances over the past 2 weeks where I’ve been pining to do impulsive things. But having self-control is what makes us human, right? In my case, I know I need to practise this. Otherwise I won’t really stand for anything. I have my pride (even though it mysteriously disappears whenever theres a glass of alcohol in my hand) and my principles. In a sense, the fire warming my heart is my conscience telling me that I’m finally growing up. I guess I used to do anything that would make me happy, but because of those things, I’ve realised that I don’t ever want to hurt myself anymore.
…which leads me on to my next little thought. It has occurred to me that I may never find a boyfriend. Not just a good Christian boyfriend. ANY boyfriend. As you probably already know, I’m cursed to like guys who are already attached/are getting attached/wouldn’t even THINK of getting attached. Funnily enough, I’m ok with this. I’m NOT saying that I’m a lesbian, but for now (and possibly the future) I want to be alone. Without my parents with me, I like doing things by myself, for myself. Wow…that sounds quite self-centred! Nevertheless, those who REALLY know me definitely know that I am not self-centered. Granted, I panic easily…and may say stupid things at the worse possible times, but I love my friends very much and it makes me feel all funny inside to know that they love me as well. Teeheehee. Which is why I don’t want to have a boyfriend. Because…everything gets thrown off balance. Phrens or boyphren? Alone time or spending time with each other? I don’t know why relationshippers have to spend soooooo much time with each other. It’s like they know that its going to end so they want to make the most of what amount of time thats left. I know a lovely couple who functions like a married-for-30-years-type couple. And they are sooo grown up its incredible to think how they do it. Hehe. If you’re reading this, you know that I love you despite all the teasing. =)
Updated:
At last I realise that if I do have a boyphren, this one will have to last. I am tired of investing so much time and effort and yielding nothing in return. Also, after some much-needed self-evaluation, I have come to the following conclusions:
1. As much as I like forbidden fruit (and some of you can testify to this) I don’t go after guys who are already in relationships. I guess that ties in with my resolution not to be so fickle-minded. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of an unhappy break-up, so I will never encourage something that could break another girl’s heart. Now, my policy is as follows: Look & See but NEVER touch. I know that sounds oddly cryptic…but some of you will know what I’m talking about.
Oh yes, and 1b. I never, and I mean NEVER, cheat. However, if he cheats on me, well…you know what will happen.
<sound of knife slicing through flesh followed by a scream>
<cue clip of me tying it to a balloon and watching it float away whilst he rolls around in agony>
Heh. Heh.
2. I will no longer do things that I will eventually regret. Lately I’ve been having some bizarre thoughts about my life. I admit that I have screwed over some people in the past…and I don’t know if they’ve truly accepted my apology. Anything can happen when you’re ‘in the moment’ and because of those impulsive decisions, I have wrecked a number of promising friendships. It’s not the things I do that I regret. That bit is over and nothing I do will undo it. My regret stems from how I’ve handled the aftermath. I could’ve been mature, but…no! I refused to! And because of that, so many walls have been put in place that I have immense difficulty taking down.
3. I enjoy being alone. Honestly, all I need is something to do and amazing friends to help me through. I couldn’t ask for more.
How else shall I govern my wayward life? Being stupid has led me to where I am today. I’ve frittered away all of my teenage years chasing illusions of love. But now it’s all clear. I know what I need, I know what I want. I will no longer jeopardise my emotions or change myself in order to find someone. I won’t even wait. If it happens, I will decide whether or not I will let it happen. Other than that? It’s wayyyyy too complicated and silly.
Just some things to note. I think I will be adding more to this post soon. I’m in dire need of some sleep.
Since y’all are asking for it!
I think my eyelids have healed substantially over the past two weeks so I think it’s about time to post….THE DREADED PHOTOS!
Alright, well I didn’t take them on a daily basis, but I did take photos of my eyelids during the first four days following the surgery. Amazingly, the healing process is ridiculously fast, because after a week I looked normal enough to go out. There’s still some slight bruising around my left eye but it’s clearing up pretty fast! But, I can’t wear contacts for another 2 weeks and I can’t get water in my eyes whilst I shower. I’ve had to make do with not washing my forehead for the last 2 weeks and cleaning my eyelids with cotton buds soaked in hot water. Gentle eye care, they call it. HAHA.
Ok, well this was taken before the surgery. I had to wait about…2 hours? Before I got into the operating room. I think the patient before me took quiteeee a bit of time! Notice the single eyelids, eh?
And this is how I looked like AFTER the surgery. (By the way, I’ve only cropped out my eyes because I really do look horrendously strange in this picture)
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Brace yourselves!!!
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Click HERE to see my whole face!
Unfortunately I used my phone to take half of the photos, so it looks kinda blurry and crap. Basically they stuck on 4 tiny pieces of plasters to keep the stitches in place, and my eyelids look like they’re being beaten up from the inside! The first night was the worst night. Painful painful painful stuff. The clinic had fashioned cute icepacks out of peas and gave two to me, so my mum was running in and out of my room every hour, placing an icepack on my head and replacing the warm one in the fridge. Lovely stuff.
After the first night, I looked like this:
Once the first night was over, things got better and better. Unfortunately I had to use those pea-packs for about 4 days and then use hot/warm towers for the last three days. And so by the third day, I looked like this:
*runs away in horror*
The swelling definitely died down, but then these yellowish bruises started appearing all over my poor eyes! Plus my eyeballs started toe bruise! %@#$%#$%#^$ There’s actually still a bit of bruising around my left eye but it’s subsiding pretty quickly. As you can see, results weren’t forming yet…!! The eyelids felt…really really heavy for a good period of time, like I had little weights attached to them everytime I blunk. It sucked…LOTS.
Anyway, once the stitches were removed, the eyelids began to form. This was taken about a week after the surgery. See the bruising? Lovely isn’t it? Believe it or not, the bruising isn’t painful. It just looks like someone gave me two black eyes. Hardy har har.
See the scar? It’s supposed to disappear in about 3 months time. Hopefully the doctor was telling the truth…
This is a close-up of the scar. It looks scary but trust me, it ONLY hurts if I rub it accidentally. Which you are definitely not supposed to do because the skin is still delicate and fragile!
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BELIEVE IT OR NOT, this was taken a week and a day after the stitches were removed. SEE HOW NICE THEY LOOK?
FINALLY, this is how I look like now: for all you curious little buggers out there!!!!
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See the difference? EEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEEEEEEE. =)
There’s still a little bruising, nonetheless it’s nothing that concealer can’t fix! I haven’t been able to wear contacts yet, although I til I will be able to in about 2 weeks’ time. Also they’re a tad uneven but the doctor says they will even out in time. I’ll have to see how that goes! Will update with more pictures, preferably a month after the surgery!
That’s all I have for now. Hope you’ve enjoyed my scathingly brief blogpost about my lurve-a-lee eyelids! =)
Protected: Inner feelings #56
Someone get me this…NOW!
Monolids? Duolids!
I am in self-exile again. This time not by choice, but…’cause I sorta have to.
I went for Double Eyelid Surgery last Monday! =) Currently, I’m in the ‘stitches’ stage of recovery. Waiting for this Monday for the surgeon to remove the stitches…and I look very strange at the moment! So, I won’t be heading out of the house anytime soon. Huzzah. Sorry to all those people who offered to hang out/keep me company this week but my face is definitely in that stage where it sorta resembles a martian. This probably isn’t the best time to expose my deeelightful face to you…!!!
I don’t think I shall post pictures anytime soon. Although I will take before+after pictures. HAHA never thought I would be taking ‘before and after’ pictures at any point in my stage. Ah well, I guess there’s always a first?
And finally, I’m heading to East 15 to study World Performance! Freakishly excited, meeting other people on facebook who will be attending the course with me. SO SO SO SO excited! =) EXCITTTTEDDD!!
You’re the part of me that makes me better wherever I go!
I’ve been watching “A Very Potter Musical” like CRAZY. Literally. Like CRAZY. I’ve downloaded by the soundtrack of the musical AND the sequel and it’s on LOOP forever in my HEAD! Check it out. I highly recommend it.
My favourite song out of “A Very Potter Sequel”
“Days of Summer” – Harry Potter + Co.!
RON:
We got these days of summer to,
remind us of each other!
HERMIONE:
The time we have to spend apart,
Will keep us in each others hearts!
HARRY:
I’m hoping that the good old days
are something that I will dream about at night.
DRACO:
Don’t matter if it’s soon or later,
I know that it’s gonna be alright!
ALL:
I don’t wanna see you go,
But it’s not forever,
Not forever!
Even if it was you know,
That I would never let it get me down!
You’re the part of me,
That makes me better,
Wherever I go!
So I will try,
Not to cry,
No one needs to say goodbye!
I don’t wanna see you go,
But it’s not forever,
Not forever!
Even if it was you know,
That I would never let it get me down!
You’re the part of me,
That makes me better,
Wherever I go!
So I will try,
Not to cry,
No one needs to say goodbye!
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Every time I listen to this song, I really really want to cry! Just knowing that the HP movies are about to end. Momentousmuch?!
Anyway, hung out with VC and S today. I’m sooo happy to know that we’re all going where we want to go! S will be in UK with me and VC will be galavanting around the U.S. of A! I feel entirely blessed to have wonderful and supportive friends in my life. Sometimes I think I don’t deserve it. Mostly because I feel utterly self-centered quite alot of the time. Nevertheless, it is amazing to hear qualities about yourself that you never thought you had. Thanks dudes. =)
On a more final note, I am accepting the offer from East 15 to do World Performance. Which means that I will be heading to UK sometime around late September, hopefully…if nothing goes wrong. Packing up my room now, slowly but surely. Tossing ALOT of things out. It is surprising to see how much junk grows in your room. Spawning all over the place…!!! GRRRR I AM DETERMINED TO GET RID OF 80% OF MY ROOM! ALL THIS JUNK IS ANTAGONISING MEEE!
